So here is my newest chapter. Gettin closer and closer to the end. I hope you enjoy it and leave me some reviews. The song´s name is Untitled by Simple Plan.

Cameron and Samuel waited on the cold benches of the hospital with their souls slipping on the edge. They hadn´t any information about Damian and they were worried he was worst that he appeared. He had lost a lot of blood and he hadn´t been able to open his eyes on the last period of the drive. Cameron predicted that couldn´t be a good sign.

"I´m so stupid!" screamed Samuel suddenly; Cameron jumped surprised.

Samuel stood up and started walking in circles around the room while he mumbled something between his teeth. Cameron just kept quiet and looking straight at the door. He just wanted to know how his friend was. Suddenly one doctor entered to the room by another door. Cameron stood up immediately and Samuel placed himself next to Cam.

"Are you relatives from Damian Mc…?" the doctor couldn´t manage to tell Damian´s last name.

"No, we are his friends but he has no family in America." said quickly Samuel, Cameron could notice the expectation in his voice. "I´m his roommate."

"Well, he is stable but under serum. He lost a lot of blood in the last 20 minutes and he was weak form other cuts we could see he had from before." The doctor voice was calm and emotionless. Cameron nodded at everything he said but in his mind he was in shock and denied everything the doctor was telling them. "Did any of you know about this?" Samuel shook his head.

"I did." Cameron felt his consciousness screaming at him for not doing anything at all for his boyfriend.

"Okay in that case you should now that by the dates we have accumulated we are able to determinate that he suffers from severe depression." The doctor read his notes and after some minutes he faced again Cameron. "Was he in any kind of medication before?"

Cameron opened his mouth to answer but he couldn´t manage to tell anything. He had no idea.

"Do you have any kind of telephone form where we could contact his parents?" asked the doctor as he posed his eyes over Cameron and then Samuel; at last again on Cameron.

"Maybe Ryan may have their number." thought Cameron out loud.

"But he is out town." lied Samuel immediately before the doctor could say anything more. Cameron looked at Samuel confused but the guy was looking at the doctor with a confident look. Like if what he was telling was the complete truth.

"And when is he coming back?" the doctor sounded unconfident, like if he hadn´t believed a word from Samuel.

"Tomorrow; but late." Samuel kept with his lie.

The doctor faked a smile and then he rechecked his notes. Cameron was getting impatient second after second. He wanted to see Damian. He wanted to hug him and kiss him. He wanted to see him smile again and that light in his eyes that had feared hours ago had vanished forever.

The room stood quiet for a long time before Cameron had the guts to ask.

"Can we see him?"

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Damian dreamed so many things that when he woke up he wasn´t able to remember everything. The first thing he could manage to remember was the knife and the blue rose. But that hadn´t had been a dream. Cameron had given him that rose before the routine practice and the knife was the same he always carried on his backpack. The second thing was the blood. It had been lots of it. But in the dream he didn´t felt the pain of the cuts or the coldness of the blood against his skin so he kept cutting and cutting. The last thing he remembered of the dream scared him to death and maybe that was why he had awaken breathless. It was Cameron but what had scared him was something else, something that was behind the blonde one. It was a shadow but it had something dark…evil in it. But after some seconds he had realized it was him.

I OPEN MY EYES
I TRY TO SEE BUT IM BLINDED BY THE WHITE LIGHT

He woke up and looked around him. The walls were completely white and it was cold around him.

"Cam?" he sat up and after that he realized that he was connected to different machines. He freaked out and tried to take them away. The only thing he did was hurt himself. He cried out of the pain and looked at his arms shocked. There were bandages around his left arm and the blood was running throw a little whole where the serum had been minutes before.

Damian touched the bandages and let some tears fall. Cameron and had seen the scars and now everyone would know. Ryan probably would kick him off; he hated the gossip and teenage drama. Funny thing because he directed Glee.

"Cameron?" Now his voice had grown louder but at the same time pledging.

I CANT REMEMBER HOW
I CANT REMEMBER WHY
IM LYING HERE TONIGHT

Suddenly it stroked him. It was sadness mixed up with numbness. He hugged himself and let a small gasp escape from his lips. He needed anything to lean on; Cameron…the knife. He had the sudden urge to scream so he put his face against the pillow and tried to scream. Unfortunately nothing came except hot air. He tried again and this time a loud scream made the walls of the small room

AND I CANT STAND THE PAIN
AND I CANT MAKE IT GO AWAY
NO I CANT STAND THE PAIN

Cameron heard the scream and he knew that it was Damian. He didn´t waited another second and crossed the hospital looking for Damian. He didn´t knew in which room he was but he didn´t cared. He didn´t cared the number of nurses that tried to stop him or the screams of Samuel that was running behind him.

"Damian!" he screamed when he got to a dead point. He closed his eyes and tried to focus around him. He needed something to localized Damian; another scream…a sign.

HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME
IVE MADE MY MISTAKES
GOT NO WHERE TO RUN

"Damian!" the irish guy heard Cameron´s voice far away. He looked up and tried to stand up. He felt kind of weak and dizzy but he managed to sit down again. Cameron was near him but he didn´t knew where. Himself didn´t knew where he was either.

"Cameron!" he screamed again. He wished it would be enough to let him know where he was. After some seconds of waiting he decided not to go safe and kept screaming. "Cameron!"

THE NIGHT GOES ON
AS IM FADING AWAY
IM SICK OF THIS LIFE

The blonde guy needed some time to manage to get from where the screams where coming. When he finally did, he ran nonstop until he got to the room 345.

I JUST WANNA SCREAM
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME

Cameron entered to the room and hugged Damian tightly. Damian responded to the hug and pulled him closer.

"I´m so sorry Cameron!" sobbed Damian tearless. Stupid numbness

"Don´t worry Damian; I´m here now." Cameron tried to comfort Damian as he rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. "Don´t cry…Everything is going to be okay."

Samuel was, in the other hand, standing on the door way looking relieved the scene. Damian was fine, or at least alive and for Cameron and Samuel that was good enough momentarily. Suddenly he heard a bunch of steps approaching him and he turned around to see who they were. It was the doctor followed by other two nurses; one of them had a needle and Samuel suspected for what she had took it. The doctor looked at Damian and tried to enter to the room; Samuel stopped him by grabbing him by the gown.

"Please, just give them 5 minutes." He almost begged the doctor that just looked at the two guys and then to the nurses that seemed ready to do whatever the doctor ordered. "Just let Cameron calm him."

"I will give them 5 minutes." He made a gesture to the nurses that left the room as silent as they had arrived. Samuel sighed and leaned on the wall. The doctor put his hand over Samuel shoulder in a parental way. "You should go inside too." He suggested; Samuel shook his head.

"No, I´m not in this picture." The doctor smiled.

"In that case go and eat something. You look almost as sick as this poor guy." Joked the doctor as he started walking down the corridor. Samuel took a last look at his two friends before following the doctor to the lunch room.

EVERYBODYS SCREAMING
I TRY TO MAKE A SOUND BUT NO ONE HEARS ME

The doctor kept this promise and returned after 5 minutes with a psychiatric at his side. Damian looked at the doctor and then to the psychiatric. He hated that kind of doctors. And mostly that one that reminded him so much of his last doctor in Ireland.

"Damian, he is Dr. Hint our kids and teen psychiatric. He is going to make you some questions."

Damian nodded as only response, he knew the procedure. That Dr. would ask him a bunch of useless questions before he asked the main question. 'Why is the cause you hurt yourself?'

"Are you his legal guardian?" asked doctor Hint with a passive and low voice. For Damian, it was condescending voice. Like if he felt pity of him.

"No he is not but my parents aren't here as well." said Damian in a hard and rude voice. Cameron just stood there uncomfortable and not sure how to act now.

"Then who is in charge of you?" asked the doctor as he faced Cameron.

"I think that would be Ryan." whispered Cameron but seconds later he regretted it. Damian´s face had become paler.

"Okay, in that case you young man." started the main doctor as he grabbed Cameron by the shoulder and leaded him outside the room. "You are going to help me communicate to this Ryan and then to your friends parents."

Cameron tried to complain but before he could manage to say anything the doctor pushed him out of the room and closed the door behind them.

IM SLIPPING OFF THE EDGE
IM HANGING BY A THREAD
I WANNA START THIS OVER AGAIN

"So Damian let´s start with something simple." started the psychiatric as he sat on a chair near Damian´s bed. The guy didn´t even look at him.

"And what if we get over it." Damian crossed his arms around his chest in a defensive way. The doctor looked at him confused but he decided to let the kid express himself. He didn´t acted as the usual kids that he had talked to.

"I was diagnosed with severe depression two years ago after a teacher caught me cutting my shoulder. At first I saw some psychologist but then they told my parents that maybe I was going to need medication. After that I was looking at psychiatrics that gave me lost of pills and tried to convince my folks to send me to a madhouse." The doctor at first took some notes but then he stopped and stared at Damian with interest. Damian kept talking. "So before my parents took me into the madhouse I started taking my medication, for real; and stopped cutting myself."

"What kind of medication you were taking?" that was a very important factor that may have influenced on his recent suicidal act.

"Anti-depressing I think." Damian scratched his head, they were so many pills he couldn´t remember all of their names. But he did remember the effects they had over him. At first they caused him nauseas and thrown up. After some weeks they started making feel better and eventually he stopped cutting himself. But the moment he stopped taking them everything returned. The sadness, the numbness…the loneliness.

SO I TRY TO HOLD ONTO
A TIME WHEN NOTHING MATTERED

After other 30 minutes the psychiatric had already everything he needed to know about the guy.

"So Damian I´m going to talk with your tutor and schedule some sessions so we work on your problem." Damian nodded and imagined what would Ryan would think when the doctor talked to him. Also he imagined what kind of medication he was going to have. Damian didn´t like pills; he had never liked them.

"Am I´m going to be in medication again?"

"Well, if you don´t want to be, you will have to prove me and your tutor you don´t need it." Damian nodded with his head and smiled. "Do you want me to call your friend and tell him to come in?"

AND I CANT EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED
AND I CANT ERASE THE THINGS THAT IVE DONE
NO I CANT

"Yes." The doctor smiled as he was how the eyes of the young man lighten. That kid was going to be fine. With that kind of support nothing could go wrong again.